A/N: Soooooooooo... I dont own harry potter...although I can proudly state I own scary Otter...But I suppose they just arent the same *sighs * oh well...
Prolouge
A gray day, one without a single shard of light. The clouds smother the sky, ready to burst with cries of angry thunder. Green grass of brilliant hughes
illuminates the pasture. Trees sopping wet with watery trunks and heavy leaves create shadows, making it seem almost as dark as the night.
From the distance four shadows can be made out, in pairs of two you can see them. One tall with long blonde hair, no it seems like spun silver, tumbling
down a strong neck and firm shoulders resting on a broad chest. A strong jaw line and huge eyes and full lips; in better times he could perhaps be
discribed as boyish. A pained and frightened expression is clear on his face. The other much more frail with hair almost identical to the first, about a foot
shorter with much more delicate features, soft pink lips pressed together, an aristocratic nose, with crystaline eyes wearing a stoic expresion and
seeming cold as ice. She does not utter a word. And looks as if she was in a poised painting, with her elegant dress robes. She is obviously young and
perhaps a little bored, but none the less is good with keeping up apperences.
Next to them is an older woman, pain obvius in her eyes but not in her face, perhaps she has no regrets? She is clutching the hand of a stricken woman.
With a small childlike face. Tears cover her milky brown eyes, and the whites are completely red. Her black hair falls well past her shoulders,but unlike
the other two woman she has made no effort to make it seem presentable. It remains wild in its hundreds of spindly curls. A bit of snot dribbles down
her face and with a pale dainty hand she wipes it onto her sleeve. She looks as if she has not changed her clothes in a few days.
A wooden cascett is in front of them, they relize it is know time to go. All begin to walk back the blondes hand in hand. The wild haired one strays behind
walking slowly, she is about halfway to the others when she stops, swallows hard,and runs toward the casket at full speed. She whips out her wand
and begins to carve in green and silver. Toujurs pur it states. Always pure,she then throws her wand into the grass and crumples to the ground, leaning
on the casket. In a bearly audible voice she whispers " Goodbye father" and closes her eyes to fall asleep. This is her first peacefull rest since she
graduated from hogwarts three weeks ago. Only to find out that her beloved father was on his deathbed. Toujurs pur she mumbled as she pressed a
dreamless sleep potion to her lips. Always pure.
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so um yeah that was short... review for virtual hugs!
-b